Chapter 527 The Remaining Sparks and Outer Gods (First Update!)

Fire, huge fire...

The epitome of the city that transformed into the material world was now trembling under the red flames.

Those demons full of malice and curses now seemed like a pack of rats fleeing in panic.

After discovering the survivors, he seemed to have lost his former bloodthirsty instinct.

Without even glancing at them, he bypassed them and fled frantically towards the area away from the terrifying figure.

"...I am now sure that He is not here to save us."

Looking at even one of those demons is enough to frighten them.

Someone in the crowd said this.

No one replied to him, and they were now following the demons.

The gathering place behind them is more about considering the balance of safety and resources.

In the face of such a disaster as grand as the end of the world in mythology, all those complicated considerations are insignificant.

Now they need to evacuate to their final refuge:

It was a nuclear shelter on the west side of the city.

The supplies there are quite scarce, but at least there may be a glimmer of hope now.

As long as you are not in the core strike area, there should still be a chance of survival...

The ground was shaking and walking became extremely difficult.

Fortunately, the survivors at this moment, strictly speaking, are all out of the category of ordinary humans on some level.

That twisted and evil force occupies all space.

Long-term corrosion, accumulated over time, will eventually change the material form.

As a result, these survivors were barely hanging on.

Weak and slow-moving, in such a world, there is no way that we can survive now...

But as the majestic figure got closer, the trembling of the earth became more intense.

Even before the opponent launched the offensive that they had watched from afar, it was almost enough to wipe out a city in an instant.

The overwhelmed earth was no longer able to maintain its previously stable structure.

The city is falling...

The red curtain of fire dispersed the fog that seemed to linger forever.

Darkness and evil appear so pale and thin under the more violent power.

Some people couldn't bear the tremendous pressure and gave up the struggle.

He was lying on the broken ground, praying towards the majestic shadow that was difficult to see in full at the moment, and his body was still hit by the splash of the collapsed building.

The Forerunner turned around and grabbed him. He didn't say anything, but just carried him on his shoulders like cargo.

Naturally this is not a very comfortable position.

But even this kind of treatment is only temporary.

If the situation continues to deteriorate, the Forerunners will have no choice but to abandon him.

To rescue other survivors when there is some spare capacity is the few remaining moral light among these current human beings.

Those who adhere to more demanding requirements and survive until now will probably not appear here.

But even if everyone tried their best to escape, in such a harsh environment, progress was still slow.

And the majestic shadow that could block the sunlight seemed to be getting deeper and deeper.

Suddenly, the restlessness on the earth became a little quieter.

The streets that were swaying as if they were about to sway out of the horizon finally regained a rare moment of peace.

They could even hear the sound of some buildings collapsing in the distance.

The invisible pressure turned into a poisonous snake coiled around his neck.

Suddenly, the surrounding temperature seemed to have increased a little.

Some kind of indescribable heat began to make noise in the air.

As a forerunner with related characteristics, he can even feel the gaze filled with endless destruction and killing.

No need to look back, he knew what happened...

No one dared to look back. Everyone was like frogs suddenly covered in bright light in the middle of the night, and they froze there for an instant.

Perhaps if it were just an ordinary mortal thing, it would be more comfortable in such a situation.

Without eye contact, their slow perception and overly complex information around them allow them to ignore dangers that are beyond their understanding and ability to deal with.

The forerunner turned his head slowly and bravely.

Avoiding and pretending to be dead have no effect in the face of such an existence.

And humans, even humans whose bloodline is no longer pure, should still have their hardness.

That is the pillar that allows them to survive longer in this long night than the lack of resources...

Time seemed to become extremely long at this moment.

The forerunner could even hear his cervical vertebrae creaking under his stiff movements.

But everything must come to an end:

After the field of vision changed with the rotation of his head, the forerunner saw the two "big mountains" stationed not far away, surrounded by firelight...

He tried hard to raise his head along the "big mountain", but he could only see a deep shadow under a curtain of fire...

But the Forerunners felt so tangible that He was watching them...

That gaze with almost substantial warmth was so clear and shuddering.

The forerunner's body trembled involuntarily.

Perhaps, there is no such thing as a god.

But for such beings, what is the difference between them and gods?

His gaze seemed to penetrate their bodies, looking into the interior that was filled with either light or filth.

Courage or will seemed useless at the moment.

The Forerunner could feel that his thoughts were becoming stagnant and dull little by little, as if in the next moment, he would turn into a statue of flesh and blood that looked like dead things.

But in the end, after a long stare, the other party left directly.

But it was no longer walking like before, but instead it was wrapped in a cloud of blood that could swallow up the world.

It did not bring about the expected destruction, nor did it bring about the extravagant redemption.

He just left like this, as if he didn't care about what they had suffered and experienced.

The forerunner froze in place for a long time.

Only when some people thought that he was probably dead did the Forerunner get out of that trembling state.

Because of his survival traits, he was able to glimpse more horrific scenes.

This is by no means a benevolent being...

In that illusion that could overwhelm the minds of mortal beings, the Forerunners saw too much destruction and killing.

I just don’t know why, but the other party let them go after paying them obvious attention.

Is it because they are too insignificant?

Or is it because of their human blood?

Or is it because of other reasons?

The forerunners didn’t know.

But he could never forget that image.

It seemed to be imprinted on his mind, and it only took a slight fluctuation of consciousness to emerge so clearly.

They survived...

But judging from the broken scenes seen by the forerunners, those guys probably wouldn't survive.

What their outcome will be, the forerunners have already predicted.

This may give them some breathing space...

At the same time, somewhere in the multiverse

Looking at Yu Ren who was tortured to a state of disfigurement by the curse, the ferocious-looking curse judge opened his cracked jaw that was dripping with corrosive venom:

"Are you praying again?"

"Your gods have no control here! No light can suppress the rotten darkness!"

"Enjoy eternal torture for your recklessness! I will 'entertain' you well..."

The feathered man did not respond. It had already lost the socket of one of its eyes and stared blankly at the decaying sky outside.

It cannot see the light of stars, it can only see an endless darkness...